Occasionally people ask me what life is like since I left my job at Blue Man Group. I can tell you, it's strange! For a long time, I was struggling to figure out what day of the week it was. I kept thinking it must be Sunday - that it looked like Sunday. When I finally realized it looked like day, which I normally only saw on Sunday's (I was off Monday's as well, but those always had a miserly feeling with an undercurrent of dread - knowing time was slipping away and there was a coming need to return to work on Tuesday), I couldn't stop laughing. I've probably told that to half the people who will ever read this post by now, but it is significant. DAY. I spent 8 years working 40 hours/week (more or less) in a windowless basement office with only occasional sojourns outside for lunch or walks. This year, I got to see spring unfold, I've more-or-less been on top of my planting timing in the garden(s), and my eyes are awash with color and light. I'm even getting a farmer's tan that reminds me so much of my childhood and of my grandmother's tan that I get these wonderful/tragic little flashbacks.
I've also been to California for a week. My sister in law, Jodi, got me a rental car and a round trip ticket to go out and help with her school's California Gold Rush festival. I was the mining town's blacksmith. I spent most of the week visiting with my step father, Daron. There is lots to say about that, but I've got to go to New Jersey later today for a tech rehearsal. Another United Nations gig is coming up this week (World Ocean's Day), and I'm getting too antsy to sit in front of the computer.
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| Making my first pair of tongs, Daron operating the forge blower. The school's garden (with chickens) is in the back. |
Doing something worthwhile really makes you happy and gives inner satisfaction that you are actually doing something. Way to go and best of luck for future.
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